My husband's many nicknames

My husband, known here thus far as the Lovable Hobo, has made it known that he's not too happy that I refer to him on my blog as a hobo. It's another one of the many nicknames I have for him that he doesn't like. I admittedly have a tendency to give him a new nickname every other week. When we first got together oh so many years ago, I called him Herschel after Krusty the Clown. If this needs explaining, you're not a Simpsons fan. So go here for help. This was followed by periods where he was called, among other things, Bautzi, Boodles, Mumu, Dipshit, and the list goes on and on.

A few months ago, while watching Frauentausch, i.e., one of the best piece of crap shows on German tv (yes, we are klassy), one of the husbands strongly resembled a hobo. Or at least how hobos look in comedies from the 1930s. Seriously. So I jokingly said, "Hey, there's a hobo." And it became a joke with us and we started calling each other a hobo. But apparently my husband takes offense to being called a hobo on the internet. So I need to find a new nickname for him. How about Guitar Hero because this is his new favorite game. Yes, it's love when he's plays "More than a Feeling" over and over on a little plastic guitar in front of the tv and I DON'T run screaming out the door. Lovable Hobo, thou wilt henceforth be known as Guitar Hero.

Oh, and here's a little trivia fact: there's actually a fucking hobo homepage. Check it out.

By the way, the picture is of when I had a little accident one time cutting the Guitar Hero's hair. I told him a million times, I can analyze the fuck out of Goethe's Faust, but I can't cut other people's hair. Sadly, he wouldn't listen...